My Sweet Hunk O' Trash - Louis Armstrong/Billie Holiday/Sy Oliver & His Orchestra

You don't add up to much

Ain't got that glamour touch

You're trifling lazy

And worth a cigarette ash

Look out there mama look out there

You carryin' me too fast

Watch it baby

You're just my good for nothin'

My sweet hunk o' trash

My my how you sound

You're very short on looks

(Hear hear hear )

Dumb when it comes to books

Look out baby watch it honey

And you stay full of corn

Just like sochertash

Whatd'you want me to do

In my idle moments

You're just a good for nothin'

But my sweet hunk o' trash

Let me get a word in there honey

You runnin' your mouth

You say I've worried you for years

I'm just a barfly moochin' beers

While you sweat over a hot stove

Slingin' hash

Worked my fingers right

Down to the elbows

Yes I may be good for nothin'

But I'm still your

Sweet hunk o' trash

Forced to admit it baby

Forced to admit it

You said I spread

My love all around

And with the chicks all over town

But how can I when you keep me broke

So I can't spend no cash

Yes I may be good for nothin'

But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash

Listen here pops

You know you lie about your youth

I don't lie baby

I'm just careless with the truth

That's all

How careless can you be

I don't know

With all young chicks you

Try to make a flash

Now baby I didn't mean it like that no

But you're still my good for nothin'

My sweet hunk o' trash

Now when you stay out very late

It sure makes me mad to wait

How come baby

'Cause you come home too

Tired to raise one eyelash

Watch it baby watch it

You're just good for nothin'

But you're my sweet hunk o' trash

Yes indeed